Yesterday I baked Tollhouse cookie bars because I had them, because we were having company, because I made a bad choice.... I fretted last night while I should have been sleeping--what am I going to do to get those cookie bars out of the house? If they stay, I will eat them! Being raised by people who were raised in the Great Depression, I could not just throw them out! Enter God. My mother called this morning, sounding very distressed. She got sidetracked--gee, I wonder where I get that trait--haha--and she needed a dish to take to a potluck at church. Needless to say, she does not really ever cook for those potlucks, but hits the deli for her famous deli cole slaw. She could have asked us to run by the store when we got to town, but she called early wondering what she could do. I made her day, and my day, and told her I was able to save the day with a big plate of Tollhouse cookie bars!